There are a few things that I think signal the end of casual dating, and the start of something more–which is why I will not do the following:
1. I will not have long phone conversations (more than 30 min, and more than just making plans), and I will def NOT have conversations until the wee hrs of the morning. Phone or otherwise.
2. I will not cook dinner for the other person nor will I entertain the idea of having them cook for me.
3. I will not go over someone’s house, rent a movie, and watch the movie with that person in the dark on the same couch. Any part of that sentence does not apply: no rented movies. no sitting around in the dark at some guy’s house. no sitting on the same couch.
That being said, Beaker, who was so distant and strange last week, WANTED TO COOK ME DINNER. This was after I discovered that he actually called me this weekend from LA to see what was up and to ask me out again for this week. To be fair, I did tell him that the original date idea of getting drinks was super boring, but DINNER? HIS HOUSE? COOKING FOR ME? I couldn’t even get scb to cook for me until like 3 months into our relationship. And we were practically attached at the hip by date 1.
Which brings me to another point. The first 3 dates should more or less follow this pattern:
1st date = drinks. You interview the person, find out if theyre normal, if you can laugh at the same jokes, if he’s somewhat interesting and/or interested in you as more than just an object.
2nd date = dinner. More in depth convo. More intimate environment. Should be followed by drinks if the date is going well.
3rd date = activity date. This involves being able to spend real time with someone w/out the crutch of food and/or alcohol.
12th-15th date = dinner at someones house…maybe.
Dolby emailed me again (I hadn’t responded to his first email) and asked me to go to the museum w/him this week. Unfortunately for him (and I guess luckily for me), I’m booked solid–or at least on the days that he wanted to meet up. I finally wrote back and pushed the date to next week. Wonder what he’ll think about that.
So tomorrow’s date–with Beaker:
He’s picking me up at 7. We are going to the wharf to play video games/skeeball/etc. I told him that the loser has to play a game of Dance Dance Revolution. It’s pretty much win-win the way I see it. If I win, he has to play DDR. If I lose, he prob will still play DDR to appease me. Win-win, I tell ya.
I told him I also expect him to win me a giant stuffed animal of some sort. He said he would win me a giant pink stuffed teddy bear and carry it all around for me. Heh.
